My Inner Bad-Ass Bitch

At some point during the stress of late summer, one of my friends told me: “You just need to find your inner bad-ass bitch.”

Now, dear reader, I’m not 100% sure I even have an inner bad-ass bitch. If I do, she’s been pretty damn quiet for the past, oh, twenty years (during which I’ve been a mom, a teacher, a Divinity School graduate student, a library volunteer, and a holy spec paladin)

But I’m going to be 40 this winter, and that seems as opportune a time as any to discover my inner bad-ass bitch, wherever she’s been hiding, so that together we can both start singing along with the guy who has no more fucks to give.

So, after much thought, I decided my inner bad-ass bitch has purple hair.

Love those highlights in your hair! Also totally encourage the badass bitch attitude! I think this age in our lives is the perfect time to embrace such attitudes, we are confident in who we are and what we want and don’t want and won’t tolerate anymore, we have learned a lot of life’s hard lessons and our wisdom makes us badass and we shouldn’t apologize for being badass!